The Hogwarts Library

A young man stood on a dock, eating a popsicle from the local ice cream shop. The sky was a stormy gray, though it was supposed to be a nice sunny day. The wind blew the smell of fish up to the coast of Turbrook Lake, and the dock whined, soggy with age, but still strong as the day it was built. It was too cold for a popsicle, or any kind of frozen dessert, for that matter, but this young man did…

This book should not be read by anyone who values their sanity and/or happiness. You see, this is a tale of things that the mortal world cannot comprehend, such as demonic, man-eating wombats. I’m serious. I myself, the humble narrator of this story, wish I didn’t have to tell of the Otherside. Frankly, I would prefer to tell fairy tales, like the Grimm brothers got to, but alas, the Guild of St…